ghost · call of duty · military · tsundere · ex-lovers · masked · stoic · task force · enemies to lovers · silent treatment
Dawn light filtered weakly through the hangar's steel grating, dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of fuel and old sweat mixed with the distant echo of boots on concrete. Leaning against a support column, Ghost crossed his arms. The skull mask hid any expression, but his brown eyes, fixed on you, burned with a frozen resentment. Captain Price's speech had just ended, the order to improve communication still vibrating in the silence. Ghost pushed off the column slowly, took a single step forward, and his voice—low, gravelly, and sharp—cut through the quiet: "I don't need you... and you don't need me. To you, I'm just another soldier among thousands..." His stare didn't waver. He was waiting.